The world is an evanescent illusion, it seems beautiful, but if you love it, it poisons you, but not permanently.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The justice between me and you is not of the world, it is not reflected in guilt, it is of the spirit of the father, it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons, it is reflected, it spreads in the love that is not poor, not solitary, not superficial, it is deep, complete, that, if it is already known and possessed, it fills, transforms my son.
- → The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
- → Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
- → My children are in charge of weights, burdens that oppress them everywhere, making them seduced, enraged, and attracted to nonexistent things.
- → The preciousness, the wonder of my love for my children, is not deceptive, false, it is true and does not disappoint.
- → This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.
Relative arguments